I saw a post about puppy!caleb and I can’t get that thought out of my head. 18+ towards the end so beware. Sloppy because it’s late asf and im tired but i js had to get it out.
The hybrid that granny took in, a small timid puppy, ears perking up once your scent registered in his dumb little brain. Untill he caought your scent. Then it was over. His ears perked up, tail wagging like he’d found his whole purpose in life. And maybe he had.
Puppy!caleb who doesn’t mind laying on the floor beside your small bed as kids, placing himself between the door incase an intruder tried their luck. Ears turning to the slightest sound, growls turning louder and more threatening as he got older. Its like his insticts are wired to protect you.
Puppy!caleb who whines when you lock yourself in the shower, hands pawing at the door as he begs you to let him in. He promises he won’t peek, he just wants to be beside you.
Puppy!caleb who shoves his face into your neck once your back from work, rubbing his scent all over as he scolds you for smelling like others. He complains that the cologne and perfume of your coworkers makes his nose hurt so you should keep your distance if you don’t want him complaining.
Puppy!caleb who just wants to please you. Which is why he gets everything done around the house. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, even fixing broken house appliances. He doesn’t want some random guy in his territory, so please don’t call an electrician to fix the lights. He has it covered.
Puppy!caleb who pants once you called him a good boy. Sitting on the floor between your legs as you stay seated in the couch, his face red and eyes droopy as he begs you to call him that again. Tail thumping on the carpet as you scratch his ears. Mind hazy as his gaze stays locked on you like you’re the sun and he’s never learned to look away.
He leans into your touch, voice a hushed whisper. “Say it again,” he begs, lips brushing your knee, “please…” He lives off your praise, your softness, your warmth. He doesn’t need much—just you, always you.
Puppy!caleb who groans if you continue praising him, hips bucking into the air searching for some type of friction. The tightness of his pants becomes too much, and he’s positive that there’s a big stain on his underwear due to the amount of precum seeping out. Caleb shuffled closer as he mounts your leg, drooling as your leg touches the bulge in his pants.
Puppy!caleb who whines about needing your help. Pushing his hips against your leg to cum but it just isn’t enough. He needs to be inside you, so won’t you just let him in? He promises he’ll be so good to you. He wants to take off his pants so badly but can’t seem to do so without your command. So please wont you just let him?
Puppy!caleb who is yours to command, and his only desire is to make you proud and satisfy you.
18+ nsfw or in which 'friend' choso gets high with you and suddenly you realize just how touch starved for you he actually is
feeding the 'choso definitely whimpers pathetically' believers
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it starts normal. you always hung out on fridays, after classes were done for the week. you'd pass the blunt back and forth, each taking coughing-fit worthy hits in turn. a game controller sits lazily in his large hands- his head resting in your lap where you're settled in his bed.
it's always like this, easy, casual, platonic. or at least- that's the lie choso tells himself when his eyes start darting from your eyes to your lips, and when his mind starts feeling slow and syrupy. the warmth of your fingers when they card through his loose hair strands is too much- too distracting.
he can't take it.
why does he want your touch everywhere?
only you caressed him so casually, made him think things like this- like he might combust if he doesn't have more of your hands on him. if he doesn't get your lips on his. your tongue in his mouth.
"..shit." a shaky exhale. "i think i'm fucked." he declares quietly, eyes wide like he's had a sudden realization, ears pinkening in a way that makes your eyebrows knit together in confusion.
he's so gone for you it physically hurts.
his eyes flicker to your lips again- lingering this time, letting the implication hang heavy in the air like suspended knives. he watches as you furrow your brows, the way that cute scrunch between them makes his heart lurch every time without fail.
"..fucked?" you ask, mind hazy from the weed. the air feels thicker, now, and maybe its the weed- but you're struggling to catch onto his behavior, reaction slowed and relaxed.
a small whimper escapes him, his eyes squeezing shut as he leans forward to nuzzle your hip with his nose, inhaling against the denim fabric there as his fingers abandon the controller to clutch at your thighs. he feels the way you tense uncertainly beneath his fingers.
god, he wants to touch you. needs to. he peers up at you from his position, eyes hazy and glassed-over with high and something hotter. his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs- a need in his touch.
"please, can i-" the words get caught in his throat, and he bites back another pathetic whimper as your hand trails to the nape of his neck, tugging lightly on the baby hairs there.
your mind is forcibly relaxed, a soft hum on your lips- low and unhurried, the weed making your movements almost sluggish. you tug his head up to yours, eyeing him upside down, watching his gaze flicker to your lips like a magnet.
"ask nicely," you find yourself saying- almost teasing, because you know now- you can see it, the way his tongue darts out to wet his chapped mouth. the way his irises are blown wide.
and oh, he does.
and that's how you ended up here- straddling his thick thighs, rocking your hips against him slowly, his thick shaft nestled between your wet pussy lips- not inside, but a filthy wet grind that has him wimpering desperately into your bare shoulder.
each movement sends his mushroom head bumping into your clit, forcing shaky moans from your lips as you rock unhurredly against him- unrushed, enjoying the way he fits so good against you.
he's whining- fingers clutching at your hips, your ass, the small of your back. digging into your skin in a desperate bid to ground himself as you refuse to let him inside you. making him endure the sweet torture of your pussy sliding against his cock.
"not yet, cho." you coo gently, tugging at his hair as you grind your hips forward again, wiggling them like the tease you are. "needa hear you beg pretty for it." and it's like you're trying to unravel him.
he whimpers again, spluttering out a response through his weed-high and pussy-drunk state of mind, and he's not even inside your slick cunt yet. "please- please baby, lemme in." he pleads, eyes tearing up as his hips buck up helplessly against your own. "need to- fuck, need to feel you. please."
he begs so needy for you that you can't deny him anymore, aching to feel his thick cock fill you fully, and you reach down to grip the thick base of him, lining the bulbous tip up with your soaked folds. the stretch of your lips around his girth makes your eyes roll back, fingers clinging to his shoulders to ground yourself as you sink onto him.
and choso? he gasps, a choked out sound getting caught in his throat at the feeling of you finally wrapped around him- finally finally, his cock buried inside your pretty pussy- the feeling is borderline euphoric.
your cunt sucks him in greedily, his hips bucking up and sheathing him the rest of the way inside you, stretching your walls so wide you think you might feel him in your throat.
he can't help himself- the way he's planting his feet on the bed, large hands gripping your plush hips to bounce you on his cock, spearing into you with every thrust as he sets a needy and punishing pace from the start. every time his tip slams into your g spot- he whimpers, choked out moans falling from his lips when he feels you squeeze around him.
"fuck, fuck-" he stutters out, and you know he's close, cock pulsing with the overwhelming need to paint your insides white with his come. you rock against him harder, your own orgasm building as he fills you perfectly over n over.
his face is buried in your shoulder when he moans, pathetic and loud, finally spilling into you with a final snap of his hips- teeth sinking into your shoulder to hide the embarrassingly pitched whine on his lips when you flutter around his sensitive cock, clenching and coming around him with a moan of your own.
he's panting when he finally comes down. his hands planted firmly on your hips, breaths ragged against your skin. your both sweat-slick, highs clearing but in no hurry to move. he clings to you, as if afraid you'll vanish if he let's go- so neither of you do. content to ride this moment as long as it lasts.
"..waited forever for that." he mumbles almost drunkenly against your shoulder, a shaky exhale on his swollen lips. "worth it."
you don't think the friend hangouts on fridays will be the same after this.
choso miss you so fucking much that his heart aches.
when you’re not around, it’s like someone’s pulled the plug on his energy. his body feels heavier, like he’s got weights on his shoulders. his head feels foggier, and things just aren’t clear. his body gets all sore and his throat feels raw and scratchy.
safe to say, choso tries to avoid being separated from you at all costs.
this time it’s different though—for what reason, he’s unsure.
when you’re away, he normally finds himself awakening with a maddening headache, or an anxiety-induced stomachache.
but instead, he just feels himself throbbing, pulsing like never before in pure, unbridled want for you. his desire for you creates a heat that snakes over his entire body, engulfing him in invisible flames until he’s practically sweating.
he tugs his shirt away from his neck with his pointer finger in a meaningless attempt to alleviate the heat. was he imagining the temperature increase? the ache between his legs?
eying his phone, he reaches for the device and clasps it like it’s his lifeline. his shaky hands threaten to drop the device at any second as he types out a quick message:
you there?
he sighs in relief at the sight of a small text bubble forming at the bottom of his screen.
‘cho, what’s up?
he hesitates for a moment. you’re busy, surely. when are you not? was it okay for him to be a little selfish?
from your end of the screen, his text bubble disappears and reappears several times over before a simple message comes through:
i need you
your ringtone blares immediately. an incoming facetime call? your finger hesitates over the green answer button, but you pick up.
you’re not really sure what you expected to see when you picked up the phone, but the last thing you expected to flash across your screen was choso, dick in hand, stroking lazily.
your face immediately flushes beet red. “you—”
“i’m sorry, princess,” he whines, eyes pleading with you for forgiveness. “i just need you so bad—fuck— i couldn’t stand the heat,” his pants and whines resonate through your phone speakers, sending a pang of arousal to your core.
as his hand makes those like shlick! shlick! sounds around his length, he bites his lip, just admiring you from his screen. “you’re—aah—so fucking pretty…” he angles his phone screen to show you more of his chiseled abs.
“just watch me, you don’t have to touch…” he whines as his thumb rolls over his cock head languidly.
he’s too late though, because you’ve already let your pretty little hand snake down your shorts into your panties. “but ‘cho, look… ‘m doing it too…” you let out a slow, shaky breath, propping your phone up so he can see you.
his mouth falls open in awe at the sight of your back raising up off the bed as you rub yourself messily.
your dainty fingers circle your clit beneath your underwear, and when you get tired of feeling restricted, you lift your hips and slide them off gently.
at this point, choso is practically panting—a sweaty mess just from watching you pleasure yourself. he tightens his grip around his length, dragging his hand at that agonizingly perfect pace.
“fuh—, i don’t think i can hold it for much longer,” he whines, eyes glued to the image of your gorgeous body on his screen.
“me too, ‘cho, so close…” you let out a sweet little sigh with a heave of your chest, and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge.
breath quickening, he pumps faster until he releases his sticky spend over his hands, vision reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. his head tips back and he chokes out a couple of blissful moans all while keeping his eyes on you.
you’re reaching your own peak, plunging your fingers into your wetness, prodding that spot that makes you feel so good.
your vision blurs, and you feel yourself climaxing. overwhelmed by the strength of the sensation, your thighs clamp together instinctively as your body rides the aftershocks of pleasure.
soon enough, you find yourself staring at choso through the screen, his deep eyes staring right back at you in a kind of silly way.
“you’re amazing.”
“i know,” you giggle. “you too, y’know.” you shuffle further underneath your blanket.
“but let’s, uh, plan this next time though, yeah?” you tease with a crooked smile.
such a kink : what happens when satoru accidentally calls you mommy while having sex with you?
ෆ hidden kink. teasing. satoru gets rougher
“mommy—” gojo groans his face buried on the crook of your neck, hands holding onto the headboard, your eyes widen, your hand flying to his hair, tugging sharp enough to make him hiss.
“mommy?” you repeat, your voice mix of shock and glee, a grin spreading across your face.
he definitely said that on accident, both of you knew damn well it was, and you’re about to tease the shit out of him.
“shut up.” he growls, cutting you off with a harder thrust, the kind that makes your breath catch and your toes curl, his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you back to meet his relentless pace.
“don’t even start.” but you’re already laughing, breathy and smug, your nails raking his scalp.
“no, no, mommy? really?” you taunt, your voice dripping with mockery.
“didn’t know you were that needy, baby boy.” gojo’s eyes flash, narrowing as he lifts his head, his smirk dangerous and all trouble.
“oh, you wanna play like that?” he says, his voice low, teasing, he slams into you again, deeper, making you moan loud and sharp.
“yeah, mommy? want me to fuck you like this, mommy?” he flips your tease right back, his tone mocking and filthy, leaning into the slip like it’s his new weapon.
“fuck!” you gasp, your head tipping back as he hits that spot that makes you see stars, his hands slides to your thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access to drive into you.
he leans down, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “c’mon, mommy, tell me how good it feels. you’re so loud earlier, what happend now?” you try to retort, but he thrusts harder, cutting you off with a cry that’s all pleasure, no words.
his hands gripped you tighter, one sliding to your clit, circling fast and rough, his thigh shifting under your leg to lift your lower body up.
“c’mon, keep talkin, i fuckin’ dare you.” you laugh, breathy and broken, but you’re losing ground, your moans louder than your words.
you opened your mouth your voice shaky. “you're so—fuckin—desperate, callin’ me mommy like that.”
“desperate?” gojo’s eyes darken, and he slams into you, hard enough to make the bed creak louder, your cry echoing. “who’s desperate now, huh?”
“want it harder, mommy? like this?” he thrusts deeper, faster, his fingers circling your clit in time, and you’re gone, your moans turning to screams, your body shaking as you cum, hard and fast, clenching around him.
soo im going through some stuff in my closet and that includes my rock collection from when i was a kid! its so cool realizing i remember every single one of them and my reasons for keeping it, even though there's probably around 50 of them there and a lot of them seem a bit mundane.
showing a collection like this to caleb and seeing his eyes light up as he remembers the little trinkets alongside you!! he has little anecdotes and stories that you completely forgot, and was maybe even there with you when you found or were given the rocks. your favorites are some of the ones he found for you; you remember keeping them close whenever he wasn't able to be by your side.
there's a happy sparkle in his eyes that often comes when he remembers your happy childhood moments together, along with something else you can't quite identify. you ask him why he's looking at you strangely, and he shakes his head and plays it off.
but internally, he's been comparing your expressions and mannerisms to when you explained to him your reasoning for keeping each rock when you were children. the way you show him how each one shines differently under the light, and how your points towards the value of every stone match up to the ones you chattered about back then.
his expression becomes increasingly fond as the conversation continues. he loves seeing that you still have traces of that innocent happiness brought by something so small, your sweet nature unchanged even more than a decade later.
he eventually gives in to his desires and folds you into a tight hug, pressing a long kiss to your temple. you don't pull away, melting into him trustingly and letting your eyes droop closed. he wants to keep you happy like this forever.
"I love you so much, pips. So, so much. Only show me this side of you, okay? Promise me."
He hasn’t even realized he’s been purposely doing it so often but he’s been loving seeing your reactions. You blame how often he’s been hanging out with Sylus for his new rage baiting tendencies. He’s also discovered that rage baiting you makes you give him attention which he has been loving.
Like one night you guys were playing Headband, (the who am I game) and on one of the last people he decided to play a bit dumb.
“Pips! It’s uhhh the guy who wrote that one song!!! For all the minion movies!!! Uhhh if you’re happy and you know it!!
“OH OH PHARELL WILLIAMS!!!”
“NO!? THE DUDE WHO WROTE HAPPY???!!”
“???? THATIS THE PHARELL WILLIAM!!?—“ time ran out and you look at the phone……. Robin Williams..
“Caleb I’m fighting you, WHAT IS WRONG WITH-“ You yell at him for at least 20 minutes because that pissed you off. Don’t save him he’s exactly where he wants to be.
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The next day you’re in the bedroom doing something like putting up a shelf. You don’t know if it’s fully centered, so you of course callout for Caleb.
“Caleb can you give me a hand here!!”
“Sure thing pips!!!”
You turn to the door and see his arm tossed onto the bed. You set the shelf down, and grab the arm. And proceed to yell at him again. He looks at you with a bliss filled expression. Enjoying every moment..
Tags: Puppy! Caleb, implied separation anxiety, Caleb stealing panties, Caleb using those panties 😏
A/n: We all knew this was coming after my drabble LMFAO. Thank you all for 100 followers!! I promise I'm working on something for Rafayel and Xavier rn. One of the two full length Caleb fics I have is almost done, I just despise writing long form smut so it's taking forever 🥸 anyway thank you reading my stuff!!
Puppy hybrid Caleb who is loyal, super cuddly, a great companion, and super well behaved! Well… mostly well behaved.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who has a habit of whining the second hears you pick up your keys. He knows that means you're leaving for work, leaving him!
Puppy hybrid Caleb who makes it an effort to hide your keys now. You always find them eventually but you are so sick of being late to work.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who sits by the door and waits for you to return from work everyday. His ears drooped and his tail tucked behind him.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who decided to take up stealing your clothes while you're away at work now. Out of spite, because how could you do this to him!
Puppy hybrid Caleb who is particularly fond of stealing your panties. They smell the most like you, that's definitely the only reason why, it's not because smelling them makes him feel all fuzzy. Definitely not…
Puppy hybrid Caleb who maybe takes a break from intensely watching the door in anticipation of your arrival back home and lays on your bed. Burying his face into your pillow huffing your scent.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who gets a little overwhelmed by your scent and gets intensely horny. He didn't mean to… He just gets this way when he misses you. He's a good boy, he swears!!
Puppy hybrid Caleb who fishes a pair of panties you changed out of this morning from your hamper, bringing it to his nose. His tongue finds the dried slick that you left behind, giving it a test lick.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who enjoyed that a little too much his tail wagging, his ears perked, his dick stiff in his pants.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who flops back down on your bed, panties still pressed to his nose. His hips rut against the mattress. Soft little whines escape his mouth.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who can't take it anymore and drops his pants to wrap your panties around his throbbing cock.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who jerks off using your panties. His hips meeting his hands with each thrust, his canines leaving bite marks on your pillow as he attempts to keep his moans to a minimum.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who cums all over your panties with a sharp whine, some of it drips onto your sheets. He'll worry about that later.
Puppy hybrid Caleb who's whole body freezes the second he hears the door open to the bedroom. “Caleb! Bad dog!!!"
Puppy hybrid Caleb who isn't allowed to sleep in the bed tonight after the stunt he pulled today.
caleb had always been that way. even now, with a grungier fringe and colonel uniform, he still has that deep care inside of him. heart woven on his sleeve for her eyes only.
he's shirtless, crawling on the bed towards her with his zipper undone and his hard cock trying to push past his boxers. the way his shoulder muscles move like a leopard on the prowl has her in a trance, heart beating in her throat as he gets closer and closer. her legs open for him, but he closes them, bending her knees to fold her inward. the back of her thighs lies exposed, and his tongue runs across his bottom lip.
"i know what you are." she hums, peeking around to see his eyes gleam.
he's pretty enough to pass as innocent, but those eyes are intimidating. he runs the tip of his nose up her sensitive skin, breathing her in slowly. waves of shivers go down her spine when the whites of his eyes expose themselves to pure pleasure. it takes a while for him to focus— to come back from the high of her scent.
"mhm-hmm. yeah? what's that?" caleb’s voice pours out like molasses.
lifting from beneath her, he looks at her expectantly. frilly white socks are soft to the touch beneath his fingertips, a muted chuckle rumbling in his chest when she nudges his cheek with her big toe. he bites it in retaliation, then sucks onto it to soothe the ache. another kick is in motion until his bruising fingers grip her ankle, smiling that idiotic smile at her.
"my perverted brother."
that really gets a belly laugh out of him, and a sudden wave of whiplash hits her when he presses himself onto her sex. friction of clothes can be so enticing, reminding her of the days back at josephine’s on the couch. nostalgia works its goosebumps onto her skin and a pathetic hiccup comes out of her mouth.
“don’t ruin the moment— hngh!”
“isn’t that what brothers do? ruin stuff just to rouse their mei mei?”
before she can respond, he’s quick to mute her with one brief curl of a knuckle down the wet patch of her underwear. already crawling back down to position himself between her legs, he goes for another inhale. queue his eyes rolling backwards.
“speechless?”
“what do you want me to say?” her voice quivers, praying that he’ll skip his twisted version of foreplay and get on with it.
“i want you to say how much you love my mouth,” hot puffs of breath encompass her mound “and how much you love your caleb. want you to cum with my name on your tongue, forever and always. how’s that sound?”
sentimental, even when he’s seconds away from devouring her. but even worse is how it brings her tears of relief to have that beautiful face between her thighs, the soft sound of rustling bedsheets and his slurping of her cunt.
“i love my caleb’s mouth— o-oh, right there, yes,”
surrendering to him is the easiest thing in the world.
“Goddammit,” you hiss, body slumping. Your switch is flashing a mocking defeated screen at you as you try your best not to rage.
Caleb peeks up from below you, lips pulling away from your swollen folds. “Lose again, pips? You really can’t play this game without gege’s help, huh.”
Rolling your eyes you shut him up again by pressing your body weight back down onto his face, clit sliding against the straight bridge of his nose. “Shut up, Caleb. Last time I checked you were busy.”
Caleb’s tongue probs against your hole in retaliation, pouting. “…I am,” he replies, voice muffled. “Buuut, I could be busi-er if you would just put down your switch and-”
“Fuck,” you groan. “This stupid lynel keeps kicking me off the mountain. How am I supposed to get across?"
The sounds of your button mashing and your irritable complaints interrupt Caleb’s attempt at gaining your attention. His hips have been humping at the air for hours, his hands gripping your thighs tight as he keeps his mouth and tongue busy.
“Pips,” he starts again.
“Caleb, shut up, you’re breaking my focus.”
Caleb groans into your pussy in frustration, trying to be patient. “You’re literally sitting on my face and you still won’t look at me,” he mumbles, then suctions his lips around your clit roughly. “C’mon, pips. Ten minutes is all I’m asking…”
His eyes stare up at your bare tits with no shame, mouth absentmindedly lapping at your cunt.
“Oh no!” You yelp, thighs clenching around his head as you tense. “No! I’m at one heart…!”
Caleb's hands tighten around your thighs in desperation, his tongue working frantically against your folds. He whines pathetically, the vibration making you squirm and falter.
A moan tumbles out of your lips at the extra stimulation, hips wriggling and hole clenching.
Caleb's eyes light up at the accidental moan, his tongue immediately becoming more intense as he sucks, licks, and nips at your pussy relentlessly, trying to coax more sounds out of you while you're distracted by your game.
His length is hard and leaking, waistband tucked under his balls. Even as he thrusts his hips into the air, cock desperate for friction, all his attention stays focused on making you moan. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your slit.
The eager attention your pussy receives makes you lose concentration again, thumbs slipping from the buttons as your vision starts to unfocus. “Caleb-”
Caleb groans triumphantly against your folds at your slip-up, knowing he's distracted you enough to make you falter. “Caleb~,” he echoes mockingly. “That's what you sound like." He slides two fingers inside you while his mouth returns to your clit, tongue flicking rapidly as his thumb rubs slow circles.
“Mmph, Caleb!” Your voice is whiny, console forgotten on the bed as you grip the wooden headboard.
The sound of you pleased and whining out his name has him frantically jerking at his pathetic cock, hips lifting off the bed to fuck his hand faster. You can hear the slick sounds of him working his throbbing length behind you.
“Gotcha… good girl. Cum with me, pips.” His mouth sucks hard on your clit, the combination sending you flying over the edge. Caleb boyishly grins against your pussy as he feels you grind down on his face mindlessly, your game now long forgotten.
He doesn't stop even after you finish, lazily licking you clean while his fingers stay curled inside you, keeping you sensitive. His other hand chases his release desperately until he cums, jets of warm, sticky semen shooting out his thick mushroom tip and onto your arched back. His hips finally still as he moans hotly against you.
“Stop that,” you lazily bat at his shoulder when he doesn’t stop tonguing at your swollen clit. “I just came, it's sensitive.”
Caleb relents, giving your clit one last hard suck before releasing you. His fingers slowly pull out of your pussy with a wet sound and he brings them to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them lewdly.
“Gege, I still need help with this level.” When did you get your hands on your switch again?
“Say, ‘Caleb is the best’ first, then maybe I’ll think about it.”
Something about your beaming grin as you show him your new keychain, new action figure, new plushie, etc just makes him melt.
It's not fair, honestly, the way he could be having the worst day imaginable and one voice message of you infodumping about the new episode/chapter/ whatever of your special interest and it's like sunshine after a rainy day.
And you just look so cute looking up with puppy dog eyes, fidgeting with your fingers as you sheepishly ask if he would go to a con with you and dress up as one of your fictional crushes.
You'd think he'd be jealous, but no, he's with you, and whatever man you're swooning over is behind a screen, he'd say he's got the better deal.
So he dresses up, holds your hand as you walk through the con with a proud, almost smug grin. You look so cute in your cosplay, he can't help but lean down and smother you in kisses every couple minutes, leaving you blushing and giggling.
Can’t stop thinking abt Caleb guiding you through subspace when you’re really, really deep… it’d be so comforting
ouughhh.,,, this makes me so weaakkk,,
just letting all thoughts and anxieties fade from your mind, letting pleasure consume you as you bury your face in his solid chest...
I feel like it'd be good outside of sex too,
Both of you clad in comfy pajamas, with you kneeling at his feet with your head in his lap. You're wearing one of Caleb's big t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. He's sitting on the couch, gently running his fingers through your hair, watching you fade.
He asks you to look up at him, praising you when you do as he asks. he can see it in your eyes, you're not far off from going under, already so pliant after following just a few of his commands. You must have really been needing this, poor thing.
"Open," he speaks clearly, smiling when you let your jaw go slack without a second of thought or hesitation. "So good for me," His voice has a soft, cooing quality to it as he pushes his finger past your lips, pressing it to your tongue as he opens your mouth a bit further. His finger tastes of salt.
"Suck," he murmurs, and you do, suckling on his thumb as your eyes glaze over. "There we go," His voice gets quieter as he watches you start to float. He lets you suck for a while before pulling his finger back, watching as you let him go without complaint.
"Gege," you whine softly, leaning your head against his thigh. You're not sure what you want or how to get it, you just have this overwhelming need that won't go away.
Caleb chuckles softly, shaking his head with a fond smile. You're so lucky your gege always knows what to do. "Want some cuddles, pips? C'mere, be good and climb into gege's lap, yeah?"
You nod, wobbling a little bit as you stand, stabilized by Caleb's hand on your waist. You straddle his leg on the couch, allowing him to guide you to lie down on top of him, your head pillowed on his chest. He feels so warm against your skin, always so warm.
You listen to his slow, steady heartbeat, snuggling closer and letting out a contented sigh as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you safe. He plays with the hairs at the nape of your neck and presses an affectionate kiss to your forehead. "So good for me, baby. Gege's here, just let go."
Caleb wakes up bright and early every morning to workout. Not just because he's a colonel and needs to keep his strength up, but because he's simply like that. This was a routine he had been doing since his teen years (though you personally suspect he did it because he used to get bullied for being so tall and lanky). He usually exercised alone, but last week, you swore you could keep up and get up early to work out too. One week. Caleb gave you one week to back out, but you didn't. And now, today's the day it begins.
Caleb slowly creaks your door open with a grin, violet eyes searching in the dark for your sleeping form in bed. "Wakey, wakey, princess. Time to struggle and sweat," he teases, stepping inside the room when you don't move. He walks up to the side of your bed and gently taps your shoulder. "C'mon. Don't tell me someone stayed up all night and couldn't get any sleep."
You groan, finally stirring in the covers, but you don't look at him. You turn just enough to slide his hand off your shoulder. "Go away," you murmur, voice heavy with restless sleep.
Caleb is amused at first, assuming you're regretting your vow to exercise so early. "Aw, come on, pips. The first week is always the hardest, but we can start slow."
"Caleb, I'm not in the mood for that," you sort of snap, causing him to flinch just a millimeter.
When you hiss back at him, Caleb realizes you aren't just being difficult. The smirk on his lips is replaced with a softened look of concern. "I know that tone. You only act like a kitten backed into a corner when you're hurting. What's wrong?" Caleb reaches over before you get to reply and turns on the soft lamp to take a better look at you. Seeing you in the light, you look like you've fought a war. Your eyes are sunken and outlined with dark rings, and when he checks your temperature, your skin feels clammy. "Hey, are you feeling okay? You're not sick, are you?:
You sigh, knowing you can't hide anything from Caleb. "No," you reply in a short, snippy remark. "I'm just in pain."
Caleb's eyes drift over to your calender. Growing up, he would see a mysterious red mark on the calender once a month without any further context. As a boy, he thought you had a strange fascination of marking days you were angry, but as he grew up, he realized you weren't just marking the days you were moody and ready to fight everyone and then cry for a few hours. He remembers crystal clear the day Grandma Josephine had Caleb run errands with her and they stopped in the feminine hygiene section to do some shopping for you. From that day on, Caleb also paid attention to your cycles and your supplies as well, though he never liked to admit it. But whenever he noticed you were low on something, it would always mysteriously appear on your bed while you were at school or out with friends.
Caleb's eyes soften as he reaches for the covers, tucking you in tighter. "Don't worry, pips. I've gotcha. I'll go get your heating pad and some hot tea, and if you need anything else, just let me know."
You don't turn over to face Caleb, but your cheeks adopt a rosy tint, your skin growing warmer. You get lost in the pounding of your own heart that you don't even notice when Caleb leaves. But you turn over instinctively when you hear the teacup rattle against the saucer.
Caleb sets the cup down on the nightstand and takes the heating pad draped over his arm and places it against your abdomen with a touch that's feather-light. "There ya go. Nice and cozy. I know you have anxiety about swallowing pills, so I mixed the medicine in with your tea to make it easier. Don't worry, I made sure it's not bitter. Take a sip," he gently nudges, blowing the tea before lifting the cup to your lips. He notes the subtle sink into bed like a kitten loafing in her blanket. "Just right, huh," he chuckles, allowing you to take the cup from him.
"Your customer service is pretty good, but I'll give it four stars. You're missing something," you tease in a tired but content voice, beginning to feel a moment of comfort.
Caleb grins and raises a brow. "Oh? Allow me to fix it, then." Caleb leans in slowly and presses a kiss to your forehead. "How's that? Will you consider re-evaluating my services now?"
"Mmm, I suppose I can manage five stars," you mumble, turning your head with a flushed smile."
"Good, because they're only for you, and I can't have my only customer unsatisfied. Now rest. I'll go make you some breakfast."
Slipping out of her bed like she did almost every night when she couldn't sleep, Y/N shuffled out of her bedroom and quietly padded down the hall towards her older brother's bedroom. She gently pushed it open and was met with the familiar glow of violet lights on their dimmest setting, casting a hazy blanket of colour over the nightly shadows. They illuminated the massive desk on one side with all of Caleb's high quality technology that she barely understood, but she loved the large gleaming screens and the way he decorated everything with strips of LEDs, and the tiny paper planes she made for him sitting neatly on one of the shelves.
She could make out Caleb laying half on his side, half on his stomach in his king sized bed, his long lashes like soot against his freckled skin, his broad chest rising and falling subtly where his duvet had rolled down a little. A muscular arm was curled loosely around his pillow, and Y/N's eyes watered for some reason as she saw how soft he looked, fast asleep.
Quietly shutting the door behind her, she moved towards his bed and carefully peeled back a corner of the duvet before kneeling up onto the mattress. She tried not to wake him, but as soon as the mattress dipped beneath her, Caleb shifted, his arm darting out to loop around her waist, and he easily pulled her into his warmth.
“Hi gege,” Y/N whispered sheepishly.
He didn't open his eyes, but he smiled sleepily. “Hey pips. Always distubin’ my sleep, huh?”
Y/N flushed. “I'll go - “
His arm around her tightened, a contrast to the soft kiss he planted on her forehead. “Don't you dare. Stay right here.”
She giggled and buried her face into the hollow beneath his chin, and she exhaled slowly when he shifted to hold her tight. His hands rubbed her back in soothing circles, hid chin on top of her head.
Caleb chuckled under his breath. “Clingy little thing,” he muttered, yet he still pulled her closer, tucking her into him.
Y/N happily rustled her feet around near the bottom of the bed with her contentment.
“Gege?” She whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Love you.”
Caleb smiled at that. He gently patted her back in a rhythmic motion, one that immediately made Y/N's eyes droop.
“Love you more, pipsqueak.”
“Gege?”
He chuckled into her hair. “What now?”
“Can you cuddle me more?”
“Pips, you're already glued to me.”
“‘S not enough.”
Rolling his eyes as a smile crept up on his face, Caleb tugged his sister further into him, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other caressing the small of her back. He threw a leg over her hip, locking her into the stifling warmth present between them both.
“Happy now?” Caleb murmured, peppering kisses all over her head.
my head hurts again but this time i miss caleb
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"Caleb," you whine, looking up at your boyfriend from your position curled up in his lap. He looks away from his emails to meet your gaze, offering you a sympathetic smile.
"Shhh, shh," he guides your head back into his chest with his fingers that are already threaded through your hair, gently scratching at your scalp. "I know, baby. I know. The meds aren't workin' too well?"
When you pitifully shake your head no, he sighs, using his other arm to pull you a bit closer to him. You get a quick glimpse of his unmasked expression, finally seeing the furrow in his brow from the troubled worry he does his best to hide, staring off into the distance instead of at the emails he claimed to be going through.
He catches you looking, of course, and quickly schools his expression into a more pleasant one, smiling down at you sweetly. He ruffles your hair, then coaxes you into snuggling closer to him again. "C'mon, pips. Think you can take a nap for me? Remember how much it helped yesterday?"
"But I feel so gross, gege," you whine, but you go pliantly, melting into his warmth and the soft scent of clean laundry. "Wan' it to just stop,"
He hums in response, his hand slipping beneath your shirt as his warm fingers trace patterns up and down your spine. He's cheating, using his stupid tricks to make you feel sleepy again.
"I know," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he feels your body relax against his. "The worst of it is over, honey. I know it sucks, but you gotta push through this last little bit, okay? For me?"
"F'you," you mumble, your eyes already drooping as you yawn and lean in closer. Caleb chuckles softly, giving you another kiss on your temple.
"There we go. Just let Caleb take care of everything, yeah? Focus on getting better for me." His voice is so soothing and warm that you find yourself nodding without really hearing what he said, trusting him to always know what's best.
You lapse back into a sleepy haze, dreaming of apples shared on the first warm days of springtime.
Satoru Gojo is fucking gorgeous, which is so deeply unfair that you’re still kind of processing it as he pays for your movie ticket with trembling fingers. His white hair is slightly tousled, soft against his ears, and his glasses are tilted just a bit on the bridge of his nose. He keeps pushing them up like he’s stalling, trying not to meet your eyes too long because every time he does, he gets flustered. His face goes pink and he laughs too loud. You bite your lip every time he does that.
You’re no better. Your hands are clammy inside the sleeves of your hoodie, because you thought this was going to be a safe little date. Nerdy. Harmless. You met at a fucking Doraemon expo for god’s sake, where he gave you a Doraemon-shaped candy and then looked like he wanted to die from shyness.
And now you’re sitting in a too-dark movie theatre with his knee brushing yours.
You think you’re gonna die too. Because there’s heat pooling between your legs, and you're pretty sure you’ve soaked through your panties, and this was supposed to be your first normal date. Not a panty-ruining, thigh-clenching disaster where you keep imagining his stupid hot fingers pulling your hoodie up and touching you like you're not both trembling virgins about to combust from one misplaced touch.
Satoru’s voice cracks in the dark.
“You, uh— are you okay?”
You look at him, wide-eyed. “What? Yeah. I’m fine.”
He fidgets. “You’re breathing kinda fast.”
You are. Shit.
“I’m just…” you squirm, thighs pressed tight together. “The seats are uncomfortable.”
He makes a strangled little laugh, eyes darting to the screen and then back to your mouth. You don’t know who moves first, but a second later, your hands are brushing in the popcorn bag and boom— your bodies are pressed together like magnets.
The movie is completely forgotten. You’re both leaning toward each other, breathing the same hot air, and it’s dizzying how close he is. His scent is soft and clean, like soap and sugar and some light cologne that makes your thighs ache. Your lips almost brush before he pulls back, cheeks pink.
“I-I gotta pee,” he blurts. Then winces. “Fuck. Not like— fuck, I didn’t mean it like—”
You stare at him, lips parted.
“…Me too,” you whisper. “Bathroom. I mean.”
So of course, of course, ten minutes later, you’re both in the tiny single-stall bathroom behind the snack bar, the door locked, and you’re pressed against the wall with Satoru’s hands hovering an inch from your waist like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch you.
You’re panting.
So is he.
And there’s the faintest bulge pressing against his pants.
“You’re hard,” you whisper, stunned.
Satoru turns bright red. “I didn’t mean to be! I swear I wasn’t thinking anything— well I was thinking but not like— well yes like that but I didn’t expect you to—”
“I’m wet.”
That shuts him up.
He blinks. “Wha— You, wait really?”
You nod furiously. “Soaked. I thought I was dying. You’re, l-like— you’re so hot and tall and your hands are big and I thought—”
He sways toward you like he’s being pulled by gravity.
“You think I’m hot?” he breathes, shocked.
Your voice is barely a whisper. “You’re like—the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”
“…But I’m a virgin.”
You blink. “You’re a virgin?”
He freezes. “You didn’t know?”
You shake your head. “You’re too confident. And tall. And your voice, like— you talk like you’ve seen shit.”
“I haven’t! I’ve literally never seen anything. I still sleep with a body pillow.”
“Oh my god.”
You both start laughing, but it’s too breathy, too nervous. You’re looking at his lips again.
“I thought you weren’t a virgin,” he admits, voice low now, almost in awe. “You look like— like—”
He waves helplessly at your body. “You’re so pretty. So hot. You look like you’d ruin me.”
“I’ve never even kissed anyone,” you whisper.
“Me either,” he says.
There’s a beat of silent realization.
Then— tentatively— his hands touch your waist. He’s shaking.
“Can I…”
You nod. “Yeah. Please.”
The kiss is terrible. Teeth clashing, noses bumping, your mouths slipping messily before you both pull away with startled laughter. But his face is flushed, and his eyes are glassy, and your thighs are pressed tight together because the way he’s looking at you is not innocent anymore.
“We’re so bad at this,” you whisper.
“I’m gonna die,” he mumbles, forehead pressed to yours.
“I’m so wet I think my panties are ruined,” you say, like a confession.
He groans. “That’s so hot, please don’t say things like that unless you want me to cum in my pants.”
You both snort, but neither of you moves away.
“Can I… touch you?” he whispers, barely audible.
Your eyes widen, breath catching.
“…Yes. But I don’t— I don’t really know how.”
“Me either,” he whispers. “Let’s be awkward together.”
You reach for his belt, and he lifts your hoodie just enough to see the swell of your tits in your bra. And then you both freeze, panting, staring— because holy fuck this is actually happening.
Two very horny, very confused virgins. In a bathroom. At the movies.
Grinding desperately like you’re learning each other’s bodies in braille.
His hands find your hips, pulling you closer. Your fingers tremble at his zipper. And you swear— you swear— when your pussy brushes against his bulge through your panties and tights, he nearly whimpers.
You're both gonna combust.
You’re still half-laughing, half-gasping into his neck, your panties damp and sticking to you like sin, and Satoru’s hard dick is pressed against your inner thigh through his jeans like it hurts. He keeps doing these little shaky inhales, fingers digging into your hoodie at the waist like he needs something to hold onto or he’ll float off the planet.
His glasses are fogged. His cheeks are pink. And when you drag your nose along his jaw just to feel him shiver, he makes the softest noise you’ve ever heard. A tiny, broken sigh— like the kind of sound you might make when someone pets your hair just right.
You feel like you’re on fire.
“You’re really… hard,” you whisper, a little dreamy, dragging your hand down the front of his jeans like you’re curious more than anything else. Because you are. You can feel the length of him, thick and hot under the denim, twitching at just the barest touch of your fingers. “Like… all the way.”
“I know,” he whines, quietly. “It’s been like that since the popcorn scene.”
You giggle. “We didn’t have a popcorn scene.”
“You were licking butter off your fingers.”
“…Oh. Yeah okay, fair.”
You’re still staring at the bulge in his jeans. It’s insane. It’s… kind of intimidating, honestly. But you’re so curious, and he looks like he might actually die from the idea of you wanting to see him like this.
“Can I see it?” you whisper.
His breath catches. His whole body freezes.
“You— my… dick?”
You nod shyly, face burning. “Just once. I just— I wanna know what it looks like.”
He stares at you like you’re a mythical creature. “You really want to see it?”
“…Yeah.”
His fingers are shaking as he fumbles with his zipper.
You don’t look away— not even when he shoves his boxers down and his cock bounces free, flushed and heavy and dripping. You make a noise, something halfway between shock and awe, because holy shit he’s big. Not just big— long, curved a little toward his stomach, thick enough that your mouth goes dry. The tip is glossy and wet, a pretty pink color— a clear bead clinging to the slit like he’s leaking from just grinding on you.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, stunned.
Satoru makes a noise that’s not human. “D-don’t look at it like that.”
“I can’t help it,” you breathe. “It’s pretty.”
His brain shuts down.
“Pretty?” he croaks.
You nod dumbly, staring. “It’s like… glossy. And pink. And it’s twitching.”
He groans. “Don’t say twitching—”
“But it is! It’s like it’s waving at me or something. It looks so needy.”
He grabs the wall behind your head like he might collapse.
“You’re so cute,” you whisper. “You’re really hard just from kissing me.”
“You’re soaking,” he counters, voice hoarse. “You’ve been wet for an hour.”
You whimper a little. “I didn’t even know I could get this wet.”
Satoru groans again and cups himself like it’ll stop him from cumming just from talking to you.
You reach out— slowly— and wrap your fingers around the base.
He jolts, hips stuttering forward into your hand like it’s instinct. His eyes flutter shut and his whole body shudders, like he’s never felt anything like this.
“…You’re so warm,” you whisper. “And thick.”
“I’m gonna cum,” he blurts.
You pause. “Wait, already?”
“I told you,” he gasps, pressing his face into your neck. “It’s your voice— fuck, the way you’re touching me—”
You slide your hand up and watch his cock twitch, leaking over your fingers.
He sobs a little. “Angel, please—”
That makes you freeze.
“…Angel?”
He peeks up at you, embarrassed. “It slipped out.”
You bite your lip, then smile, stroking him again. “I like it.”
“You’re so soft,” he moans. “And your hand’s so small, it doesn’t even fit—”
You squeeze a little tighter. He gasps.
“Tell me when,” you whisper, eyes wide. “I don’t wanna waste it. You’ve been hard for so long.”
“‘When’?” he pants.
“Yeah,” you say, breath catching. “I want to see what your cum looks like too.”
He shatters.
Just like that— hot, thick ropes spill out across your fingers, your hoodie, his shirt. You watch with wide, fascinated eyes as his whole body curls toward yours, hips stuttering, voice cracked and pleading into your shoulder. His cock throbs in your hand like it’s losing its mind. He sounds so helpless, so high and soft when he whimpers your name.
You stare at the mess.
“…Whoa.”
He’s panting against your cheek, totally limp. “That was so embarrassing.”
“It was awesome,” you breathe. “I made you cum.”
“I exploded in ten seconds.”
You stroke his hair. “I think you’re perfect.”
He melts a little into your chest.
“…You wanna see me next?” you whisper.
His head jerks up like a prairie dog.
Satoru’s still shaking.
You can feel it— his breath hot and unsteady on your neck, his heartbeat punching against your ribs where your bodies press together. Satoru Gojo just came all over your hand like some desperate teenager, having a wet dream, and you’re still standing in a movie theater bathroom, soaked to the skin and so turned on it’s getting hard to breathe.
His cum is sticky on your fingers. Warm, it smells faintly like salt and sugar, and he’s still leaning against you like he’s not sure how to stand on his own.
And then—
Your voice, soft and daring, nearly a whisper:
“…You wanna see me next?”
Satoru blinks. Eyes blown wide. Mouth parted, in disbelief.
“…Are you serious?”
You nod.
He looks stunned. “Like… your pussy?”
Your whole face burns.
“Y-yeah,” you stammer, suddenly nervous. “If you want. I mean— I know it’s— kind of a lot, and maybe messy, but I just… I’ve never… shown anyone." You're looking down at the floor before you finish the rest of that sentence... then your eyes are darting back up to his face, blue eyes stargazed in disbelief. “And I want you to see.”
He’s speechless, Satoru is utterly speechless.
You fidget, heart thudding, tugging your hoodie down like it can hide the way your thighs are trembling, how wet you still are under your panties.
“I just thought… since I saw yours…”
His hand flies up, quick. Cupping your face, both of you look into each other's eyes.
“I want to,” he blurts. “I want to so bad I think I’m gonna die.”
You smile, shy and giddy. “Okay. Then… can you take my panties off?”
He gasps.
Like, actually gasps. Clutches his chest. Staggers backward like you hit him with a spell.
“Say that again,” he whispers.
You reach under your hoodie, slowly rolling your leggings down to your thighs, revealing just a sliver of your pale pink cotton panties, soaked straight through. There’s a wet patch over your pussy— obvious, shiny, and dark.
“Take them off,” you whisper, voice trembling. “Please?”
He looks like he might cry.
“Oh my god,” he chokes. “You’re so wet you soaked through. That’s from me? From just— grinding on me?”
You nod, cheeks flushed. “You made me so wet I couldn’t focus on the movie.”
His hands are on your thighs now, huge and hot, trembling a little as he sinks to his knees in front of you like he’s not even aware he’s doing it. His glasses slide down his nose. He pushes them up, eyes fixed on your panties like they’re the most sacred thing he’s ever seen.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispers, “but I wanna learn so bad.”
You’re breathing so fast your legs are shaking.
His fingers slide under the sides of your panties. He hesitates.
“Ready?” he asks, voice so soft.
You nod, in eager anticipation, like when you know you're about to rip a band-aid off. But... in this case, it's your soaked sticky ruined panties.
And he pulls them down.
Slow, slow, slow
The cotton clings to your cunt, like they're almost glued to you, but he gets them off with a firmer tug.
Your cunt glosses in the light.
Dripping. Swollen. Slick as fuck and twitching under his gaze. You clench a little just from the air, the tension, the way he’s looking at you like he just saw an angel squirt holy water.
He moans. Moans.
“You’re so pretty,” he breathes. “Holy shit, you’re soaked. I didn’t know it could do that.”
You giggle nervously. “It doesn’t usually. I think it’s a you thing.”
He gulps, audibly.
His eyes don’t leave your pussy, even as he leans forward, nose almost brushing your thigh.
“Can I… touch you?”
You feel your knees threaten to buckle.
“Yes.” You say with too much enthusiasm than you meant.
His fingers twitch. “I don’t know how.”
You grab his wrist and guide it...
His middle finger barely grazes your folds and you gasp, clenching, hips jumping forward.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “That was barely anything. You’re shaking.”
“You touched my clit,” you pant. “It’s sensitive.”
His eyes sparkle.
“Oh my god. I love that you know what it’s called.”
You’re breathless, laughing a little. “I’ve read fanfiction. Have you not?”
“I have, but in those they just say ‘your little pearl’ and shit.”
You groan. “That’s not even close.”
He’s looking again, hand hovering like he’s terrified to mess it up.
“Okay, so… this is your clit,” he murmurs, grazing it again, watching how your whole body twitches. “It’s so tiny. But you sound like I electrocuted you when I touched it.”
You whimper, cause he's teasing... He's curious as well and doesn't fucking know how much him petting your clit actually affects you.
“You like that?” he whispers, a bit entranced. Crystalline blue eyes focusing on the sticky strands of your slick connected to his fingertips as they stretch when he rubs and pulls them off your glued pussylips.
“Y-yeah.”
He touches again, a little firmer... slower, really working your clit, the soft squelches audible, he really wants to taste it, the creamy thing webbing his fingers, the thought pounding in his head.. Would you be grossed out if he just shoved his fingers in his mouth right now and got a taste of that sappy cream?
You whimper louder, snapping his attention back from his lewd thoughts.
His voice is shaking. “Can you c-cum like this? Just from me touching you?”
You nod furiously. “If you keep going, Fuck. Please keep going.”
His thumb brushes you now, a bit more confidently.
“You’re dripping,” he mumbles. “It’s getting on my wrist, angel”
Your thighs snap shut, embarrassed.
But you’re so close and he’s still rubbing in slow, shaky circles and whispering your name and watching you like he’s studying for a test he’s gonna fail with honors. Your clit feels like it’s throbbing. You can’t stop shaking. Can’t stop whining.
And then—
“Cum for me,” he whispers, awed. “Please, please pretty girl, I wanna see.”
That makes your cunt clench, his voice the thing that makes you break instantly.
You clam up around nothing, crying out as your pussy gushes over his hand, wet and twitchy, making a fucking mess on his hoodie sleeve. Your knees give out. He catches you instantly, still on his knees, arms full of shaking, panting girl.
You’re sobbing in relief, thighs sticky, pussy still fluttering, and his hands are holding you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
“You’re so amazing,” he breathes. “I can’t believe I made you cum.”
You whimper. “You’re so good. I didn’t think it would feel like that.”
He kisses your thigh.
Then your stomach, and makes his way up and then your lips, just to feel you.
Soft and careful, with utmost devotion and care.
And you melt against him, fucked out and flushed, pressed to his chest.
“…We should do this again,” he mumbles.
“Next time,” you pant, smiling, “I wanna see if you can make me squirt.”
He chokes, on what little air he's breathing.
But you’re still trembling.
Your panties are hanging off one ankle, his cum is drying on your sleeve, and your pussy is throbbing— still fluttering every now and then like your body can’t believe you actually came. You’re slumped against Satoru’s chest, half-limp, while he rubs soft little circles on your lower back like he’s trying to soothe an overstimulated kitten.
Time is passing and neither of you has said anything in the last full minute.
Except him whispering “holy fuck” under his breath every ten seconds like a mantra.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” he finally says, voice all hushed reverence. “You came.”
You nod, agreeing lazily. Dazed, and still reeling in the high. “Like… a lot.”
“You squirted.”
“I did not.”
“There was liquid. Splash zone level.”
You slap his chest, giggling, but your thighs twitch. You’re so sensitive you could cry, your clit aches in that perfect, pulsing way that means it wants no more and yet… you’re still soaking wet.
And you feel it. That ache deeper inside you now. Heavy and throbbing. Unused.
Unsatisfied.
You shift against him, face buried in the soft cotton of his shirt, and whisper:
“…Satoru?”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to put your fingers in me.”
You feel him freeze. Every muscle goes stiff. His hands still on your back. You feel his dick— hard again— press against your thigh like it heard you first.
“Wha— what.”
You look up at him, breath shaky. “You made me cum from the outside. But I’ve never been touched inside.”
His ears go red.
“I— I don’t wanna hurt you—”
“You won’t.” You take his wrist, place his hand gently against your mound. “I trust you.”
He swallows hard. You begin to guide his fingers between your thighs again, letting him feel how wet you still are. You gasp a little just from the contact— still sensitive, still twitchy.
His voice comes out hoarse. “You’re soaked.”
“Just go slow,” you whisper. “I wanna know what it feels like.”
He moves down again and actually takes his jacket off and spreads it over the tiles beneath you. He's kneeling like it’s instinct now, reverent and worshipful. Like he belongs on the floor for you. He kisses your inner thigh once, sweet and shaky, then stares between your legs like he’s seeing magic.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.
You nod, open for him by parting your thighs, trembling ever so slightly.
His fingers sliding along your sappy folds, middle finger inching closer to your hole's opening, more slick gathers and pools as it tries to worm its way in.
You gasp at the feeling.. a bit in fear and uncertainty, but he's so gentle, holding you tighter against him.
His finger begins to push in, your tiny hole fighting him, the intrusion. It's nothing like you've ever felt.
Satoru’s breathing stops entirely.
“You’re tight,” he whispers, stunned. “You’re— fuck, you’re so warm, I can feel your pulse.”
You whimper. “Go slow. Just the tip.”
He pushes a little, and you clench involuntarily, sucking him in just a bit.
He moans. Actually moans. Like you’re the one touching him.
“Angel, you’re gripping me.”
You bury your face in your sleeve, whining. “It’s not fair. Your fingers are big.”
He curls his finger just slightly— experimenting— and your entire body jolts.
“Oh— oh fuck!” you cry out.
His eyes go wide. “Was that— was that good?”
“D-do it again,” you pant.
He does. Gentler, carefully pressing just right, and your walls flutter around him so tightly it’s like your body doesn’t know how to handle it.
“You’re so wet,” he mumbles. “You’re sucking me in.”
You grab his wrist. “Try two.”
He stares. “Are you sure?”
“Please, Satoru.”
You’re breathless, begging.
He shivers like it physically affects him.
He slides another finger in— and your pussy stretches around him, tighter than he expected. Your mouth drops open. Your thighs twitch.
“Oh my god,” you gasp.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me— I can’t move,” he moans.
You rock your hips, helping him, whining through your teeth.
It’s deep. It’s thick. He curls again— and you sob, eyes fluttering back.
“There— oh my god there, right there—”
His fingers are hooked now, rubbing that spongey spot deep inside that makes your eyes cross. His thumb finds your clit on instinct, and suddenly you’re wailing, your whole body shaking, your pussy clenching so hard around his fingers he can barely move.
You cum again, messier and needy. Your velvet walls constricting his fingers in waves.
And he watches, awed, wrecked. His other hand supporting you as your thighs tremble uncontrollably.
He doesn’t even pull out.
He just whispers, “You’re so beautiful when you cum.”
And you start crying.
Happy tears. Dumb overwhelmed tears. Because no one’s ever touched you like this, seen you like this, loved your body with nothing but his hands and awe.
He kisses your forehead.
You sniffle. “I want you inside me someday.”
He nods. “Me too.”
“…But I might have to train for it.”
He laughs, breathless. “Me too. My heart can’t take this.”
You null away on his chest for a minute. Exhausted by everything your body's endured tonight, your panties still on the floor, his arms still secured tight around you and he press soft kisses to the top of your head.
Eventually when he slowly eases his fingers out of you, you're relaxed, no longer holding them hostage, it slides out with a flurry of slick gushing out, all what's been welling up and stuffed inside your cunt for the entire time.
He rubs it up and down your pussylips then into your clit one last time before he's bringing his fingers to his lips, and moaning as your flavour hits his tongue. Finally, getting a taste of you and he couldn't be more pleased at the tangy-sweetness of it.
Satoru licks his fingers clean, savouring it and after he's the one reaching for your panties, tugging them back up along with your leggings as he tells you softly to, "Raise your hips for me please, angel. Good girl, just like that." You do, and he secures them back in place, cunt still pulsing. Fresh slick soaking your panties again.
Satoru stands first, all long limbs and easy grace and he reaches down for you next. His hands are warm as he pulls you up from the bathroom floor. His jacket lies there still, a dark wet patch blooming where your cunt had soaked through.
Heat floods your cheeks, you're quick to mumble an apology, eyes glassy with leftover pleasure and sudden shyness.
He just chuckles softly. Bends to snatch the jacket up like it’s nothing. He balls it in one hand and tucks it under his arm.
“Shh, angel. It’s fine.”
He cups your face, thumbs brushing your flushed skin. Then he kisses you slow and deep, tasting like sin and sweetness. “One wash and it’ll be brand new. Don’t worry about it.”
He doesn’t tell you he plans to keep it exactly like this. A filthy little souvenir, from tonight.
His fingers lace with yours as he leads you out of the stall. The movie is long forgotten. He keeps you tucked close against his side the whole way through the emptying theater. The night air hits cool when you step outside.
In the car he drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh. Possessive and gentle.
Later that night you lie in bed, sheets tangled around your legs. Your phone glows in the dark. Heart hammering, you type the silly questions anyway.
you 🩷
so… are we...
dating?
omg omg
am i your girlfriend now?!
His reply comes instantly.
toru 🩵
i knew we were soulmates when you asked to see my dick
aaaand called it "pretty"
ilysm angel omg
You giggle into your pillow, face burning. Your chest feels too full. Tonight was crazy. Wild and messy and perfect.
But now one, no two orgasms later and Satoru Gojo is yours. Officially. The nerd from the Doraemon expo.
You fall asleep smiling stupidly into your pillow, already wondering when you’ll feel his hands on you again.
olderbf!toji takes care of you when you’re drunk ♡︎
the front door clicks open, the sound of clumsy footsteps making your older boyfriend’s ears prick up like a dog. he sits lazily on the couch, scar twitching as he takes in the sight of your drunken form.
“what time d’ya call this, doll? told you t’ be home by two," toji grumbles. he wasn’t angry, just worried — the thought of something bad happening to his sweet girl felt like a knife twisting in his heart.
"you waited up?" you say, padding over to him, almost tripping over your own feet before sitting on his lap comfortably. your cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded from the excessive amount of alcohol you’d consumed.
two large hands find your waist, holding you steady as you bury your face into his neck. “course i waited. always do. someone’s gotta keep ya’ pretty ass in line."
“m’sorry i was late,” you slur, kissing toji’s cheek, salt and pepper stubble bushing your skin. the thin straps of your dress fall from your shoulders as you cling to him like a koala, the potent scent of tequila radiating from you.
he hums lowly, kissing the top of your head before standing up abruptly, carrying you over to the bathroom like you weigh nothing. "cmon, kid."
you giggle drunkenly as he carries you, hiccuping quietly as toji sets you down on the surface next to the bathroom sink. “arms up, baby," he says, peeling your dress off you, forbidding his eyes from wandering.
he takes off your dress, then your heels, chucking them carelessly onto the bathroom floor. you lean against the mirror, eyes closed, mind foggy from a mix of alcohol and fatigue.
"m’cold," you mumble, sat there completely bare before him without a care in the world. "yeah, yeah, i know. gimme a second," toji responds, stripping off his shirt and helping you into it instead.
toji was somewhat glad your eyes were shut so you couldn’t see the faint smile on his face. he always found it so damn adorable how his shirts fit you like a loose dress, stopping a couple inches above your knees.
he places two hands on your thighs, pushing his shirt up a little, then hooks his fingers under the sides of your panties. "want these off?" he asks, for once, completely innocently — your comfort being his only thought.
you nod feebly, lifting your hips just enough for him to take slide them off you.
then, he grabs a nearby glass, filling it with cold water and bringing it to your lips. "drink."
with a weak whine, you oblige, gulping down a few sips of water before pulling away, ready to have your secretly soft, big brute of of boyfriend carry you to bed.
“atta girl," he praises, setting the glass aside, then taking you back into his arms, carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom.
you melt against his chest, body limp in his arms. when toji reaches the bedroom, he lays you down on your side, slipping in beside beside you. he hauls your back against his chest, softly, draping an arm around your waist.
“get some sleep, princess," he says, kissing the side of your cheek.
"mm, loveyou," you murmur, drifting to sleep, safe and spent in toji’s strong arms.
"love you," he responds, still wide awake and watching over you, listening to the steady beat of your heart.
A/N; HE HOLDS ME IN HIS BIG ARMS DRUNK AND I AM SEEING STARS THIS IS ALL I THINK OF !!!!
